Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"We can play blackjack," Ronin decides airily, his fingers linked with Remi's as they stroll through the woods and to the shrine that his husband has so carefully prepared. "Or noughts and crosses. Honestly, as long as I'm with you, it really doesn't matter to me." Releasing the alchemist that he might be able to prepare the blanket and their picnic, he can't help but smile as he watches him, though he does seem puzzled at the game with the questions.
"What... kind of questions?" he inquires, before shifting to sit down on the blanket and pop open the wine. This way they can drink while they play, at least. Not that he's certain he wants to play the game Remi has suggested. He did bring his deck of cards, though, so at least there's that as a backup. Pouring them both a glass of wine, he offers Remi's out with a crooked grin.
"Strip poker?"
"What... kind of questions?" he inquires, before shifting to sit down on the blanket and pop open the wine. This way they can drink while they play, at least. Not that he's certain he wants to play the game Remi has suggested. He did bring his deck of cards, though, so at least there's that as a backup. Pouring them both a glass of wine, he offers Remi's out with a crooked grin.
"Strip poker?"
